You know, when I started this blog twelve years ago, people called me crazy. Not for starting the blog, but for other reasons I'd rather not go into. And now these people are laughing out of the other side of their face, all the way to the bank. Now the shoe's on the other foot. It's a mistake I make more and more lately. Both shoes look the same to me these days, kind of gray and blurry. But after four or five hours, I have a pretty good idea whether I've made a mistake or not. But that's neither here nor there. The other shoe, I mean. It was right here a minute ago, I think. If it was up my ass I'd know where it was. That's what my Dad would say. He was full of witty sayings. But he would only say that one. The others he kept to himself.